They joked about his war paint, his moccasins, called him a godless savage, a prairie rat. “Long gone by now, I’d reckon,” said Davis. “Better be,” grumbled Uncle Og. “Damn well,” replied Seth. “I’ll kill that redskin bastard if I ever see him again.” “That’s enough,” Daddy piped in for the first time.
Nothing better to bond miserable people together than ganging up on someone else. Also, I don't think Daddy's understated tolerance gets enough credit.
